Innovation Brewing - I Don't Remember

Innovation Brewing - Chains

Innovation Brewing - Fire And Sea

Innovation Brewing - Playtime

Innovation Brewing - When I Die

I use my hands to reach out to you
I use my hands to push you away
I use my hands to build up a life 
I use my hands to destroy what I love
I use my hands but they just won't
I use my hands but they just won't
I use my hands but they just won't 
hold on to you

I use my feet to carry me there
I use my feet to push me home
I use my feet to open closed doors
I use my feet to keep doors shut
I use my feet but they won't
I use my feet but they won't
I use my feet but they just won't carry me back to you
back to you

I use my head to forget about my past
I use my head to dwell upon it too
I use my head to think up a new life
I use my head to make it true
I use my head but it just won't
I use my head but it just won't
I use my head but it just won't work the way I want it to
I want it to

I use my heart to create a space of light
I use my heart to darken skies
I use my heart to gather up the world
I use my heart to leave them all behind
I use my heart but it just won't
I use my heart but it just won't
I use my heart but it just won't mend the way it's s'posed to do s'posed to do

I Use Me - Live At The Crumbox

You left home just the other day
didn't pack a bag, just drove away
I guess when you're gone there ain't nothin' left to say
You just head for the hills and you fade away   

But this ol'd field ain't gonna plow itself
the flood's gonna dry and the snow's gonna melt
and whether or not you come back someday
I gotta get through my day to day

The years we shared mean nothin' now
Neither does a word of your broken vow
Now I've got this mule and I got this plow
and I'll make it through my days somehow

But this ol'd field ain't gonna plow itself
the flood's gonna dry and the snow's gonna melt
and whether or not you come back someday
I gotta get through my day to day

Oh, and you left me reelin'
but I ain't got time for feelin'
and oh, your dirty dealin'
but I got time to waste thinking 'bout your face

Gotta find my way through this broken life
though winter and the summer are full of strife
I've unloaded the gun and dropped the knife
gimme ten years, I might have another wife

But this ol'd field ain't gonna plow itself
the flood's gonna dry and the snow's gonna melt
and whether or not you come back someday
I gotta get through my day to day

Oh, and you left me reelin'
but I ain't got time for feelin'
and oh, your dirty dealin'
but I got time to waste thinking 'bout your face

No Time - Live At The Crumbox

We gathered our seeds through the year
and plotted our planting through the winter
And just like our seeds, we lay quiet, we lay dormant
yearning for warmth and attention

In Spring we were busy as bees
Ignoring all social conventions
Our laughter was heard from the hills all around us
Our songs of love filled up the air

We just want to have some kind of roots
to have something that we can hold onto
Just want to bring something to life
to hold us and give us some kind of connection

We dig trenches in soil with our hands
to ask for the warm earth's blessing
we handled our seeds with care and intention
like we were planting our dreams

We just want to have some kind of roots
to have something that we can hold onto
Just want to bring something to life
to hold us and give us some kind of connection

In time, all roots run together
and form up under our feet
And with that stronger foundation
We will raise our seeds to the air

We just want to have some kind of roots
to have something that we can hold onto
Just want to bring something to life
to hold us and give us some kind of connection

Roots - Live At The Crumbox

The Story [Brandi Carlile Cover] - Live At The Crumbox

Let's light this torch and torch this place
We're gonna burn it down ‘till there's no trace
of the lives we lived so far from grace
In the fire there’s no place to run

Let's light this torch and show the face
Of the ones that taught us self-disgrace
The ones that taught us this here race 
is better than the other one

So, Burn, burn, burn, burn it down

Let’s light this torch and burn each page
Each word that’s spoke to incite rage
Each rich man’s lie to take our wage
And find a better, kinder way…to Live

Let’s light this torch so they can see
The ones they pushed down underneath
The ones once they forced down angrily
And put a little fire in their eyes

So, Burn, burn, burn, burn it down

Let’s light this torch and set the blaze
One so bright it leads the way
One so hot it burns the haze
Revealing all the love we have inside

Let’s pass this torch to those to come
To see our path and intention
To warm and guide just as the sun
And free them from the shackles of the past

So, Burn, burn, burn, burn it down

The Torch - Live At The Crumbox

Michael Strive (Strivelli) is a singer-songwriter from Tallahassee, Florida. In addition to solo work, Michael is the lead singer and songwriter for Human Progress and Wanderfoot. Stylistically, he pulls out the essence of almost every genre, and puts it through the filter of his own lens and worldview. Songs range from happy and optimistic to complex and dark, all with an upbeat twist. Enjoy.

Mickey Strivelli